Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Czech Republic and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Sex Pistols to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Brass Construction,
The Zeros,
Tres Demented,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Cybotron,
Duran Duran,
X-101,
Donald Byrd,
The Raincoats,
The Techniques,
China Crisis,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
In Retrospect,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lakeside,
Spandau Ballet,
New York Dolls,
Patti Smith,
Radiopuhelimet,
Boz Scaggs,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ronnie Foster,
John Foxx,
The Dead C,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Goldenarms,
Cymande,
Funkadelic,
Electric Prunes,
Siglo XX,
Danielle Patucci,
Kas Product,
Vainqueur,
Beasts of Bourbon,
David Bowie,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kayak,
Nico,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Alton Ellis,
Ponytail,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Fania All-Stars,
Toni Rubio,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Slackers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
MC5,
Nils Olav,
Desert Stars,
Model 500,
Scion,
Public Enemy,
Marine Girls,
Mantronix,
Guru Guru,
Television Personalities,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.